fourth date with mr. chemo #chemopoetry

here we go again mr. chemo
our fourth date should be as great
as those bottles of sable champagne
standing next to the engagement ring
you bring

i guess  it's the perfect excuse
to get sloshed on expensive plonk
to cleanse my stiffening veins
don't  you think mr. wrong?

let's pop the cork dear mr. chemo
are we going to have a party
or to recite a false poetry?
i'd rather have a bubbly date
but this time, you pay the memo

third date with mr. che #chemopoetry

yesterday was a great momento
twas my third date with mr. chemo
two bottles of black wine
completed the fine dine

exquisite liquid served
diluted into my veins
crept up my nerves
frozen my brain

mr. chemo, mr. chemo
wears no tuxedo rides no limo
ready with bottles of black wine
and i shan't whine
for the taste of the wine
always difficult to comprehend

the fourth momento
is about to come before agusto
but damned mr. chemo
keeps forgeting to pay the memo

coffee no more

i used to write my story,
in my coffee
i used to paint my dream,
on the clouds of its cream

now the cup is upside down
roasted  beans seem to frown
what's to brew if it's too blue?
it seems that my coffee gives no clue

four and forty

four and forty to be
i think i've enough to see
how's the glorious mr. time
badly cheating with ms. destiny

four and forty to be
i've tasted sorrow and misery
i've seen tears been shed
in the mid of those brittle breath

four and forty to be
angel of death looks so pretty
proposes me with sweet lilly
releases me from agony?

four and forty to be
i think i disagree

the blessed fountain

the hands of the creator
are carving a great sculpture
out of the lump in my breast
a sculpture of fountain will burst
and i shall call it the fountain of zest
where any angels may rest
and taste the water of fest

here,
underneath the fountain of zest
let all be blessed
and i shall rejoice with no fear
for his promise is crystal clear

"I will never forsake you"
and i know, its true...

end of april #poem #againstdeathpenalty

he granted no second chance
for the condemned men
i guess the sire's just unable to find
or perhaps he's completely blind
(what a pity the sire failed to see)

how the almighty
blesses him with abundant mercy
made him the great man he's meant to be

but who are we to disagree
with the sire of destiny

#againstdeathpenalty
#saynotocapital punishment

coffee tought

he likes it sour
she likes it bitter
when the two meet at the coffee table
they wont let it mingle

(he chooses arabian gals
she prefers robust guys)

so they let the stirrer
freeze in their fingers
stand stiff as fuzzy rifles
in the hands of raging soldiers

and as things go sideways
they choose the happy ways
just like railways...
side by side perfectly abreast
never depart yet forever apart